‘I sometimes think that we stand at sunset,’ Eugenus said after a pause. ‘It may be that the night will close over us in the end, but I believe that morning will come again. Morning always grows again out of the darkness, though maybe not for the people who saw the sun go down. We are the Lantern Bearers, my friend; for us to keep something burning, to carry what light we can forward into the darkness and the wind.’ Aquila was silent a moment; and then he said an odd thing. ‘I wonder if they will remember us at all, those people on the other side of the darkness.’